Dearest Mother, I Will Always Love You
When dementia creeps in through the back door,
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart,
When a family member is dying, the whole family is plunged into despair. It is heartbreaking to see a once active relative lying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines. It is hard to imagine that this is the same individual who was previously so active and full of life. It may feel strange and uncomfortable to spend time with a loved one when they are dying. Most of us feel uncomfortable in the hospital filled with the smells of sickness and death. However, there may be an opportunity to share a moment that you treasure for the rest of your life.
When dementia creeps in through the back door,
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart,
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I send you to the restless sun
Awaiting your sweet shine,
And in between this world and next
I'll hold your hand in mine.
I absolutely loved this! Short but sweet, this poem has so much meaning and beauty behind it. I am just so touched by this poem, and I can only imagine how much meaning it must have for you...
As the old man lay there, smiling
at that small and wrinkled face,
he knew his life was over
and it was time to leave this place.
It's a poem that expresses the depth of human feelings, especially at the verge of separation. It also shares an experience common to all living beings. These reasons make me love this poem.
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Fading away, vibrant color to hue.
Fading away, disappearing from view.
Heartbreaking symptoms, watched by heartbroken eyes.
A face filled with sorrow, a chest full of sighs.
I truly am sorry for your loss and the pain and anguish of the situation, I know it first hand. June of 2013, my father, who had arthritis in his neck and shoulders, went in and had xrays and...
Let everyone gather
With no heartaches or tears.
Let the bright memories flow
From all the past years.
Do not weep for me, for I will soon be gone.
My body may die, but my soul will live on.
Perhaps up to heaven, maybe eternity,
or be reborn as another, when I am set free.
Left at a young at young age I know. You know life takes the best people in the world and those we love the most but, know that her soul is happy and free where she is. She still walks and is...
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I'm dying, and I know it; there is nothing I can do
but make the best of things and be tried and true.
I know I'll leave behind a world I love to see,
but these are the plans God has made for me.
Death...I know you're always with us,
Wandering discretely in the background.
Watching...waiting...biding your time,
Ignored, for you make no sound.
I like your poem :) I am always afraid of dying. And every time I am reminded of death it send shivers down my spine and I always cry. But now I realize that we should not be afraid of death....
My eyes fill with tears,
And I could hardly see.
This cancer is stealing my father,
Slowly away from me....
This poem touched my heart in so many ways! I'm writing this through tears. On June 23, 2019, I lost my dad to cancer. I had just gotten to meet him. That sounds odd, I know, but I didn't get...
You were sick and tired and we all knew
that God would soon come to take you.
You fought so hard, so very long,
but through the pain, you stayed strong.
Arianna, thank you for sharing your story with me. Stories like yours are why I decided to publish this poem. I am not a highly "religious" person, although I have my own personal...